I sat in that chair, hanging my head
Nervously waiting for the charges to be read
Judge Fate walks in and thrusts down his gavel
Barks out his questions with a throat full of gravel
Rise defendant, how do you plea?
Guilty your honor comes out of me
Then no juror's needed, no trial, agreed?
I will pass judgement now for your reprehensible deed
Well, I got what I deserved there's no doubt in my mind
By now I guess you're wondering, what was my crime?
For breaking my wife's heart, Fate has imprisoned my soul
The sentence is life without her love, no chance of parole
(2012)
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